Jaywalking, organic nuts, January, Joogyfruit, Diplo magazine , Political Stew
Hannah Eales
Pajama Partiers.
People who aren't in bands or making music. Why does everybody have to be in a band or play music or own a five-string guitar on which they can make a few ham fisted chords and a preternatural wail that sounds like the off-wank of an abused childhood? Like everybody else, I take the easy option and blame computers and the Internet. Machines now come bundled with Garageband or Fruityloops or some such and everybody now thinks they got the gift. You don't. Stop inviting us to peep your demo tapes or support your undercard slot at that club in Kilburn where people get busted for their Chuck Taylors after stumbling out, rat-licked on Nigerian Guinness, at 1am. We just ain't that interested.
Thin Lizzy
yeah
QVC, bid-up tv has its moments, but fuck that price-drop bullshit
The Great Gatsby, V, The Crying Of Lot 49, Heart Of Darkness, Cloud Atlas, Blow Up, The Book Of Illusions, Labyrinths, Fear and Loathing: On The Campaign Trail '72, A Season In Hell, Residencia en la Tierra, Catch-22, Howl And Other Poems, Naked Lunch, American Pastoral, McSweeney's, Henderson The Rain King, London Fields,
Jean-Francois Champollion, Hunter S. Thompson (R.I.P. you old winkle), Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Sebastiao Salgado